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fatimaTitle: Possession
Pairing: Genesis/Sephiroth (or vice versa)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Alas, characters owned by Square Enix.
Summary: Genesis left Sephiroth something when he went MIA.
Possession
by Renata Lord (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowlight)
*
The choker was left on the night stand in Sephiroth's bedroom as if it had always belonged there.
A piece made of slightly tarnished silvery metal alloy, designed to be a chain of intertwined snakes with curves all slippery and smooth. It was a relic from one of those accessory fads that swept through Midgar some years back, and an adolescent Sephiroth had seen people parading around wearing these chokers outside dark-colored turtleneck sweaters. It was the fashion statement of that entire winter season. Yet in an oddly subdued gesture, Genesis always wore the piece underneath his clothing, the choker gripping his skin intimately like a custom-made collar. Leave it to a romantic to brand himself like that.
Yet when they slept together for the first time, Genesis did not hesitate to detach the collar in front of him. As much as he was accustomed to scars and pain, Sephiroth could only frown at the patch of skin beneath the metal that came revealed—a ring of dull, ancient red marks, angry and full of sin. Those were wounds sustained for so long, they had already sunken into the flesh and became a part of the body itself.
"Ah, this," Genesis caught the look in his eyes and smiled, "don't mistake me for a masochist now, my love."
Sephiroth ignored the particular inflection on those last two words and remained silent. His eyes followed Genesis' hand as the redhead laid the piece on the night stand next to his bed. Long and slender fingers, deceptively soft-looking when contrasted against the cold metal.
Genesis touched the ring around his neck and gave a little nod. "I'm a biter."
Was there an explanation in there? Or at least a warning? Those musings melted away at the contact of tongues and lips and skin and everything else that was wonderful about the human anatomy in its perfection. Genesis radiated so much sheer heat, as if he was burning up and consuming the world along with him. Sephiroth was suddenly aware of gravity because a dizziness was singing in his head, leading him into a bottomless abyss.
It felt like an act of open aggression, but after some practice Sephiroth learned to overlook the details, like the teeth marks which invariably scattered across his body at the end of every encounter. It was something that he tolerated but never understood, partly because he could not fathom doing the same thing to his partner. Genesis' body was beautiful, and he saw no point in wanton desecration.
Besides, all markings on him fade.
*
Even though usually he was a lighter sleeper than Genesis, he woke up late on that last morning. By the time he opened his eyes, Genesis had already returned from the shower. The half-nude figure sitting by the bedside looked like the usual morning General Rhapsodos—slightly annoyed, rough around the edges, and in dire need of coffee. But in those blue eyes there was a hint of playfulness, and that piece of silver-colored jewelry dangled in Genesis' hand like ancient wind chimes.
"Put it on for me."
Sitting up in the bed, Sephiroth obliged wordlessly. His hands went around Genesis' neck, avoiding the burn-like mark as much as he could. The chain was a short and tight one, and it was impossible to connect the two intricate ends in front of Genesis and then adjust the chain's position. Nevertheless, Sephiroth's fingers found no real resistance as he deftly made the attachment in one fluid motion.
He saw the other man's eyes widen a little, as if taken by surprise. Then Genesis snapped a finger with apparent delight.
"Yes, but of course. You are left-handed."
He smiled at that statement. The choker's small clasp was on the right side while the corresponding ring was on the left. It was a singularly inconvenient design, but one that suited Sephiroth's condition. His left-handedness was something that everybody always seemed to forget, himself included. People only knew that his Masamune was the bringer of death, they did not particularly care which hand he used to carry it.
"That's why they'd have so much trouble, but it's nothing to you," Genesis flashed a grin but looked away from him. "It's almost as if I picked out the one irregular design out of the hundreds of perfectly normal ones, preparing for this one morning."
It was something Genesis mentioned to him before, how he had waited for Sephiroth because they were always meant to be, even before they had met face to face in Midgar. Sephiroth didn't argue about it. There was no way to change Genesis' mind about something like this, especially since LOVELESS was involved somehow. Genesis believed in Fate. Sephiroth believed in making one's one fate, but he didn't mind making his along with Genesis.
"Maybe you did."
With that, he got off the bed and disrobed quickly. As he stood before the closet looking for a fresh bathroom towel, he felt Genesis slithering up behind him—arms around his chest, fingers in his hair strands. A kiss landed on his shoulder blade, soft lips then sharp teeth. He didn't have to look down to know that Genesis had created yet another mark, a seal made in blood.
"Genesis…" he sighed lightly.
Genesis let go of him with remarkable speed, then grabbed a shirt from the closet and began to dress with typical military efficiency. Sephiroth shrugged and strolled into the bathroom, new towel in hand.
"Hey, Seph."
As he was closing the bathroom door, he heard Genesis calling his name. That in itself was unusual enough to make him pause. The door was almost shut, but he could hear the other man clearly. Genesis' voice vibrated with a strange sobriety, as if he had just woken up from a very long dream.
"For you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds…."
"LOVELESS, Act II," he turned on the water and answered.
The only thing that came back to him was the silence.
*
Finis
Postscript: This story took me forever and ever! >_<
My thanks tokaradin, for extensive discussions with me with the basic premise. Thanks to her the Damaged!Genesis faded into the background, and I was able to focus on writing Sephiroth's POV. A daunting task all the same, but I am quite pleased now that it is finished. I hope you enjoy this story. ^_^
Pairing: Genesis/Sephiroth (or vice versa)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Alas, characters owned by Square Enix.
Summary: Genesis left Sephiroth something when he went MIA.
Possession
by Renata Lord (
snowlight)*
The choker was left on the night stand in Sephiroth's bedroom as if it had always belonged there.
A piece made of slightly tarnished silvery metal alloy, designed to be a chain of intertwined snakes with curves all slippery and smooth. It was a relic from one of those accessory fads that swept through Midgar some years back, and an adolescent Sephiroth had seen people parading around wearing these chokers outside dark-colored turtleneck sweaters. It was the fashion statement of that entire winter season. Yet in an oddly subdued gesture, Genesis always wore the piece underneath his clothing, the choker gripping his skin intimately like a custom-made collar. Leave it to a romantic to brand himself like that.
Yet when they slept together for the first time, Genesis did not hesitate to detach the collar in front of him. As much as he was accustomed to scars and pain, Sephiroth could only frown at the patch of skin beneath the metal that came revealed—a ring of dull, ancient red marks, angry and full of sin. Those were wounds sustained for so long, they had already sunken into the flesh and became a part of the body itself.
"Ah, this," Genesis caught the look in his eyes and smiled, "don't mistake me for a masochist now, my love."
Sephiroth ignored the particular inflection on those last two words and remained silent. His eyes followed Genesis' hand as the redhead laid the piece on the night stand next to his bed. Long and slender fingers, deceptively soft-looking when contrasted against the cold metal.
Genesis touched the ring around his neck and gave a little nod. "I'm a biter."
Was there an explanation in there? Or at least a warning? Those musings melted away at the contact of tongues and lips and skin and everything else that was wonderful about the human anatomy in its perfection. Genesis radiated so much sheer heat, as if he was burning up and consuming the world along with him. Sephiroth was suddenly aware of gravity because a dizziness was singing in his head, leading him into a bottomless abyss.
It felt like an act of open aggression, but after some practice Sephiroth learned to overlook the details, like the teeth marks which invariably scattered across his body at the end of every encounter. It was something that he tolerated but never understood, partly because he could not fathom doing the same thing to his partner. Genesis' body was beautiful, and he saw no point in wanton desecration.
Besides, all markings on him fade.
*
Even though usually he was a lighter sleeper than Genesis, he woke up late on that last morning. By the time he opened his eyes, Genesis had already returned from the shower. The half-nude figure sitting by the bedside looked like the usual morning General Rhapsodos—slightly annoyed, rough around the edges, and in dire need of coffee. But in those blue eyes there was a hint of playfulness, and that piece of silver-colored jewelry dangled in Genesis' hand like ancient wind chimes.
"Put it on for me."
Sitting up in the bed, Sephiroth obliged wordlessly. His hands went around Genesis' neck, avoiding the burn-like mark as much as he could. The chain was a short and tight one, and it was impossible to connect the two intricate ends in front of Genesis and then adjust the chain's position. Nevertheless, Sephiroth's fingers found no real resistance as he deftly made the attachment in one fluid motion.
He saw the other man's eyes widen a little, as if taken by surprise. Then Genesis snapped a finger with apparent delight.
"Yes, but of course. You are left-handed."
He smiled at that statement. The choker's small clasp was on the right side while the corresponding ring was on the left. It was a singularly inconvenient design, but one that suited Sephiroth's condition. His left-handedness was something that everybody always seemed to forget, himself included. People only knew that his Masamune was the bringer of death, they did not particularly care which hand he used to carry it.
"That's why they'd have so much trouble, but it's nothing to you," Genesis flashed a grin but looked away from him. "It's almost as if I picked out the one irregular design out of the hundreds of perfectly normal ones, preparing for this one morning."
It was something Genesis mentioned to him before, how he had waited for Sephiroth because they were always meant to be, even before they had met face to face in Midgar. Sephiroth didn't argue about it. There was no way to change Genesis' mind about something like this, especially since LOVELESS was involved somehow. Genesis believed in Fate. Sephiroth believed in making one's one fate, but he didn't mind making his along with Genesis.
"Maybe you did."
With that, he got off the bed and disrobed quickly. As he stood before the closet looking for a fresh bathroom towel, he felt Genesis slithering up behind him—arms around his chest, fingers in his hair strands. A kiss landed on his shoulder blade, soft lips then sharp teeth. He didn't have to look down to know that Genesis had created yet another mark, a seal made in blood.
"Genesis…" he sighed lightly.
Genesis let go of him with remarkable speed, then grabbed a shirt from the closet and began to dress with typical military efficiency. Sephiroth shrugged and strolled into the bathroom, new towel in hand.
"Hey, Seph."
As he was closing the bathroom door, he heard Genesis calling his name. That in itself was unusual enough to make him pause. The door was almost shut, but he could hear the other man clearly. Genesis' voice vibrated with a strange sobriety, as if he had just woken up from a very long dream.
"For you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds…."
"LOVELESS, Act II," he turned on the water and answered.
The only thing that came back to him was the silence.
*
Finis
Postscript: This story took me forever and ever! >_<
My thanks to
karadin, for extensive discussions with me with the basic premise. Thanks to her the Damaged!Genesis faded into the background, and I was able to focus on writing Sephiroth's POV. A daunting task all the same, but I am quite pleased now that it is finished. I hope you enjoy this story. ^_^
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Date: 2009-04-24 03:02 am (UTC)questions, you say?
Date: 2009-04-24 03:54 am (UTC)Does Sephiroth love Genesis? Duh.
Why did Genesis leave Sephiroth? Because he emo'ed.
The Three Questions from FF7CC, in a nutshell.
Re: questions, you say?
Date: 2009-04-24 03:55 am (UTC)but I like that I don't know where the mark came from on his neck, and why it's there.
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Date: 2009-04-24 04:00 am (UTC)Re: questions, you say?
Date: 2009-04-24 04:02 am (UTC)Re: questions, you say?
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Date: 2009-04-24 08:09 pm (UTC)Your icon is very nice! I don't recall seeing that picture....which scene is it from?
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Date: 2009-04-24 04:51 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading & the feedback. I really appreciate it. ^_^
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Date: 2009-04-24 07:48 pm (UTC)But agreed again, he probably picked up that attitude from his supposed parents... maybe not XD
Still, I do see him being relatively cruel in some respects, not evil... more like just winding people up and watching them squirm for personal enjoyment.... a bit of an ego trip or something, because he's so insecure.
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Date: 2009-04-24 08:08 pm (UTC)In his quest to heal himself, and his view of the world since his body broke down, he essentially retreated into himself.
Honestly I don't think his parents were to blame, in the sense that I don't picture Genesis having a horrible childhood or anything of the sort. But it goes back to his inability to empathize with people, so there was always a theme of alienation.
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Date: 2009-04-24 09:12 pm (UTC)I also think that because of the distance between Gen and his parents, Gen got so close to Angeal... and when Gen had to distance himself from Seph (for whatever reason) when he became sick, he turned to Angeal.... and so on so forth D:
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